Zhulu Returns

Prince Pingbei was sobbing too hard to speak. Often, what caused the deepest grief was not a powerful enemy or the death of a loved one. What was truly unbearable was discovering that a younger man he had poured his heart into raising had become a traitor.

Especially when he remembered how he had defied everyone's objections to give that traitor resources and opportunities. Now they had all become sharp blades pointed at him.

No one else could feel that kind of pain.

All he had heard until now was that Meris had been executed for betraying the emperor.

The traitor had not died by his hand, but hearing that he had died at the hands of the rebels he had helped was satisfying enough.

But now he was being told that the traitor was not dead, only imprisoned by those rebels. How could he accept that?

"Your Majesty, find him. Judge him. Execute him."

Prince Pingbei gripped Chen Cheng's arm tightly. His eyes bloodshot, he stared at Chen Cheng and forced out the words.

"I'll bring him in."

Only after hearing Chen Cheng's promise did Prince Pingbei calm down. Then he fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was the next day.

Hisha was resting against his bedside.

He reached out and nudged her.

"Hisha, why did you fall asleep here?"

Hisha woke to find Prince Pingbei awake. She threw her arms around him, her voice catching as she said:

"King Father, you scared me to death."

Prince Pingbei patted Hisha's shoulder.

"Don't worry. Your King Father is Demigod Level. I won't come to harm that easily."

"You've been here all night, haven't you? Go back and get some rest."

Hisha released him, wiped away her tears, and nodded.

"I'm just glad you're awake,